Now that his senses were so much better, it was obvious that they were together. A slight lip-dye that hadn’t come off of Hans that matched Rose’s lip coloration, a scent from their clothes showing they had been washed together, and a slight spray of blood on Rose’s clothing that only came from close range stabbing—and she was an archer. “Well, I guess it makes sense. It just really seemed to come out of nowhere for me.”
